6. Bryce Just Gets Luckier and Luckier
We got up rather late Sunday morning. We would've slept longer but at about 8:30 Bryce rang the door bell and woke us up. Half asleep, I let him in and went upstairs with him to get him launched on the painting job. I took special care to lay out the drop cloths for him so he wouldn't make a mess.
Then I crawled back into bed with Nancy. Damn. I didn't think the kid would be so fucking early. Of course, the possibility of seeing more of my wife's body must've been quite an incentive to him.
When I woke up again at about 10:00 o'clock Nancy was up. I could hear her moving around in the kitchen. I could also hear Bryce moving a ladder around upstairs.
I crawled out of bed and got into a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt. Nancy had made coffee, but she'd moved out of the kitchen. I poured myself a cup and went into the living room where she sat drinking her coffee and sorting through the Sunday paper.
She was wearing the short terry cloth robe and, I knew, nothing else. Sitting down next to her on the couch, I noticed that the top of her robe had fallen open and her whole right breast was exposed. I found the sports section and began reading it.
"Did you know you have a tit showing?" I asked.
"Oh, is it? Well, you're my husband. I guess it's OK for you to see my naked breasts, isn't it?"
"I'm not complaining," I answered. Then, after a few seconds of reading the paper, I asked, "What if Bryce comes downstairs? Would you cover yourself or just leave it uncovered like that?"
"It's too early in the day for hypotheticals," she said, returning to the news section.
I reached across her body and caressed her right breast, giving its nipple a little tweak. She laughed and elbowed me in the ribs. "You know, with this robe I never quite know what's covered and what's uncovered. But I'll cover up my breast if it'll keep you from pestering me like this."
We read the paper a few more minutes before necking a little. She stood up then and announced she was going to fix us something to eat. She asked me if eggs and toast would be all right with me. I nodded yes.
Then I went upstairs to check on Bryce. A fast worker, he'd already primed one of the bedrooms and the bathroom. I asked him if there were any problems and he said there weren't. He said he'd be able to put a prime coat in all the rooms he was painting today.
When I got back downstairs, breakfast was ready. Nancy and I ate in a leisurely manner and talked about what we'd do the rest of the day. She suggested that we take a drive across the Golden Gate Bridge to Marin County, though she wondered if it was all right to leave Bryce alone in the house while we were gone. I thought it would be, so we got dressed (she in a pair of tight jeans and a sexy top) and took off for a few hours.
We spent some time in Sausalito before driving up the coast to Stinson Beach. We stopped off at several coffee shops and bars and, predictably, Nancy got leered at. Even fully dressed, Nancy tends to attract male attention.
When we got back at about 3:30 we found a note from Bryce. It read "Finished for today. Be back tomorrow. Key?" He wrote his cell phone number at the end on the message.
We both went upstairs to see what he'd done. He'd applied a prime coat on all the walls and ceilings, but several areas needed a second primer before he applied the flat latex. I called Bryce at the number he'd left and told him where I was leaving a front door key. Then I told him about needing to re-prime certain areas.
Finally, I told him not to come by tomorrow (Monday) until around 1:00 p.m. I lied to him about having a morning meeting at our house with some people I work with.
As soon as it began getting dark, I turned on some lights in the guest room and took Nancy out to the back yard to show her the effect of what I'd done with the blinds for the guest room window. A slat near the bottom of the blinds, just at eye level for someone standing outside looking in the window, had been badly bent. So I'd taken a knife and cut if off at the bend.
As a result, a person of normal height standing just outside the window had an unobstructed view of the guest room. Bryce, stooping slightly, would have no difficulty seeing whatever went on inside the room if he happened to peep in. There was an especially good straight-on view of the bed, the foot of which faced the window.
"Now, if I understand you, the trick is to get him to stay out here in the cabin tonight," said Nancy. "That's why you want him coming late in the day, I suppose. But what might encourage him to become a peeping Tom?"
"I'll set it up. Don't worry, it shouldn't be difficult," I said. "Remember, he's already been a peeping Tom several times. He watched you get undressed in the guest room. He saw your naked tits in the kitchen when you were wearing that little robe of yours. He looked up your skirt at Home Depot. He got an even better look at your ass when you were leaning into the trunk of the car."
"And don't forget he listened to us fucking," she said.
"I didn't forget. Maybe we can let him watch us fuck next time."
"I think tonight, if this works out, I'll just give him a good show," said Nancy. "If it's a success, we can think about going further for him. But who knows, maybe he's tired of looking at my body."
"You know that's bullshit. He's a normal horny kid. Your body is wonderful and you know it. You're way hotter than any of the girls he knew in high school." We spent our Sunday evening watching television before getting to bed early. The next morning, we talked a little more about our plans for Bryce before taking off to our jobs. I left before she did. At work in Berkeley, I tried to imagine what might happen later in the day.
